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Meal of Sun

Meal of Sun

The frozen lake moans, An ancient stomach grumbling For a meal of sun.
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Meg
Beauty, Like Energy, Cannot Be Lost

Beauty, Like Energy, Cannot Be Lost

A gorgeous knockout at twenty five. At sixty five, your grace remains. Your smile could shiver a man’s loins, and your lifted lips…
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Mike Essig
Still

Still

Still
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Terijo
Stolen Roses

Stolen Roses

With skin and lips All dry and chapped From swimming, I slept and fell Into a dream Of an infinite desert —
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Rachel B. Baxter
Writers Are The Worst Of Cowards.

Writers Are The Worst Of Cowards.

We hide in plain sight, behind the slimmest of letters.
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Kira Leigh
Constance

Constance

Starshine woke me, Luminous sky Reminding me
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Meg
Geometry of a Kiss

Geometry of a Kiss

Lean in now until your mouth’s curvature abuts mine and our borders converge then merge in an osculation divine.
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Uma Valerie Carruthers
Summing It Up

Summing It Up

Come live with me and be my love…
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Mike Essig
Phar Lap

Phar Lap

Lightning, they called a brief shining crackle in the sky and to your future fame raised beneath the southern cross to reach other stars…
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Dewi
Riding The Wave

Riding The Wave

I just heard from you For the first time In a bit Without me being first in line And it felt so good Like I need it to, cuz me? I was…
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Terijo
Undercurrents

Undercurrents

It doesn’t matter how long and how hard we profess to being just friends; how enthusiastically we cheer the other’s partner on; how happy…
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Indira Reddy
Snow

Snow

Sapling, raise your head From bright blanket
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Cie Turvey
Crack

Crack

There is a crack in winter’s fist. Hope flows in as daylight, Flaming a mist of willow yellow, Whips of osier red, A promise of green, The…
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Meg
Fossicking

Fossicking

Exploring the  rummage sale of the almost over mind produces  a periplum,
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Mike Essig
Listen

Listen

Lose yourself In liquid words So softly —  They describe the most delicious things  Effervescing, spoken winds Nurture songs, let silence…
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Cie Turvey
Inversion

Inversion

In a world turned on its head, Woodsmoke falls from chimneys, Canopy becomes carpet, Night surpasses day.
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Meg
Pebbles

Pebbles

Footsteps track the space and time between engagements from confine to confining edge: back and forth, intersecting in a roil along…
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Tyrone Graham
Stone

Stone

The witch sneered that I had a heart of stone, so stone I became.
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Danielle Nolan
break the spell

break the spell

your eyes as discerning as death’s hands completely appease me silently tease me give in to this wicked hunger embers of your erotically…
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Mela Blust
His One-Man Show

His One-Man Show

How do you grieve?
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Soumya John
Dance-floor Antics

Dance-floor Antics

It’s time to leave; One last check for ID and keys, Scramble for change, Take a drink for the journey.
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Poppy Beth Conisbee
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